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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Better Than Gravel

But not quite as good as the bed.

I try to give my bottle babies as close to a normal life as I can. In real life I figure Lila would be hanging out with her mom, traveling about investigating grass, trees, rocks, playing with her buddies and curling up next to her momma taking a nap. I've done pretty good with all that, but with trying to get ready for the festival, sometimes she has to play with the dogs or take a nap by herself.

Lila is a funny sleeper. I guess like all kids, each baby is different. Keebler was out like a light as soon as you picked him up. Lila fights it. She'll cat nap as long as she can stand.



But finally her ears start to droop, her head will drift up, she'll usually stretch a leg out, snuggle in and you know she's finally asleep. Usually takes about 20 minutes.



And then she sleeps.



And sleeps.

And dreams. I took a video of that, but the file is too big to upload and I can't figure out how to edit it. If anyone is using an idiot proof video editing program they like, please let me know.

Lila loves to sleep on our bed in the evening. A full tummy, some boring ole hockey on tv and...in 20 minutes...she's down for the count with her head on a pillow. She sleeps so soundly that I have to actually wake her up when it's time for bed.

She'll lean up, blink a couple times, yawn big and back down she goes. Try again. Big stretch...and back down she goes. This goes on...for about 20 minutes...and the she finally wakes up. Usually takes the magic word (ba-ba).



Yeah, I'm pretty cute when I first wake up.



Here's her sleepy wake up voice.

She does do more than sleep. I have a couple pictures to post tomorrow that will really make Jenny crazy ;-).

15 comments:

Susan said...

You are going to have to put a Cuteness Warning on these posts! I can hardly bear how cute she is - I think I need a Lila of my own!

Alice said...

She's like something out of a children's storybook. I would have a hard time getting anything done if she were near me. I would just keep staring at her beautiful being in the basket. Her baby baa-aa is adorable, too!

Lori Skoog said...

Alice has a great idea. How about a book? Or maybe Lila could have her own blog.....

Peacecat said...

I love her.

Christine said...

After reading your post last night my husband looked right at me and said, "I can't believe you haven't packed up and headed to Kentucky."

Cutest. Thing. Ever.

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

I have to tell you, Lila is truly one of the cutest and most precious things I've seen in a long, long time! I can only imagine what it's like to actually get to hold her and be with her in person!!!

Shirley said...

Oh, a book! What a great idea- The Adventures of Lila Lambie! Sure to be a favorite!

small farm girl said...

Oh my goodness! I could just squeeze her to death! (not really to death, but you get the idea.)

Sheepmom said...

Yes, yes, I vote for a book! You could do a whole series.....Lila, Hank, Renny, the whole gang has stories! You can write them in your spare time.

Terry said...

Just when you think she couldn't possibly get any cuter!

Jenny Glen said...

Uh oh! I'll hide my dog's eyes for tomorrow's pictures.

Ed said...

LOL! Hockey puts me to sleep too, and I wake up just like her. :-)

gowestferalwoman said...

OH MY...my uterus hurts and its been missing since 2001...

Like Peacecat said -

I love her.



sigh.

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

TOO STINKIN' CUTE!!!

I can't even stand it...my teeth are rotting as I watch. Awwwwww!!!

~Lisa

DayPhoto said...

She is just so amazingly loveable!

Linda
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